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Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto

I bought a gift for my son.  The gift of clean floors.  We are the happy owners of a Roomba and a Scooba.

 
Oliver was so excited when the Scooba arrived.  He couldn't keep his pants on!  These robot friends are the best house cleaning investment I have ever made.  I only wonder why I waited so long to take the plunge.  Oliver is not a fan of the robots.  Too loud, too scary, and all that jazz.

But, he likes to help clean things up before we run the Scooba.

 

Thank you, Messrs. Roboto for cleaning my floors!

 

 

 

 

The weather outside is delightful!

I turned on the heat this morning.  I woke up shivering, with a crick in my neck from huddling in the same position to keep warm last night.  Time for heavy blankets.   It is nice to need a sweater and a cup of hot chocolate in the morning.  

Oliver has a little cold.  All he wanted to do after waking up was snuggle.  So, we cuddled in our recliner with some blankets and I sang him Christmas songs.   They put Oliver right to sleep and he took a two hour nap.  Everything about Christmas is truly magical!

 

 

Dinnertime

Our highchair has sleep inducing properties.  Within minutes of starting a meal, Oliver starts yawning, twisting around in his seat, rubbing his eyes, grabbing his hair, begging for mercy, etc.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sleeping

A sampling of Oliver's sleep positions.

#1- His favorite way to sleep. 

 
#2 - Clicking his heels in dreamland.

 

#3 - Face or head butted up against the railings. 
 
#4 - He got his leg in and out without waking up. 

 

Walking

 

Oliver took his first step about a month ago.  One step from Ricky to me and back again.  Today, he stood up, without support, and took three steps toward me.  He did it twice.  I am delighted to see all the progress he's making toward becoming independent.  The huge smile he wears while practicing, tells me that he is also pretty happy with himself.   Watch out world.  Here he comes!

Sneakery

Oliver found a wood chip on the ground.  I had plates in my hand, so I told him not to put it in his mouth and quickly found a place to set down my load.  I heard the pacifier fall to the ground and returned to find the wood making a slow ascent to Oliver's mouth.  As soon as Oliver saw me and heard me tell him to stop, he quickly turned his back to me and shoved the wood in his mouth.  He didn't put up the usual fight when I took the chip out.  We are both learning to choose our battles. Or maybe wood isn't as tasty as cat food.